Seein' that tomorrow's my birthdayHappy birthday to youSeein' that this is the final night of my 29th yearHappy birthday to youSeein' that all my fuckin' friends were assembled here to greet meHappy birthday to youHappy birthday to youI'm gonna tell you all the story of my lifeI'm gonna tell you all the story of my life

My daddy knew Dixie Howell,He used to cut his hairDaddy had a shop in Tuscaloosa,And Howell was on a team up thereWhen I was born, Daddy put a football in my cradleLater on, he put a football helmet in my bedSo when he died I put a razor in his coffinAnd poured Vaseline all over his head.Magnolias, magnolias, magnolias they hadThe people come from mile aroundTo follow Daddy's coffin to the graveyardAnd put poor Daddy's body in the groundMagnolias, you should have smelled the magnolias, DaddyDon't you wish it was me layin' there instead?But tomorrow I will be sober, Daddy,And you will still be dead